Brave & not broken.
I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. I love you simply, without problems or pride: I love you in this way because I do not know any other way of loving but this, in which there is no I or you, so intimate that your hand upon my chest is my hand, so intimate that when I fall asleep your eyes close. Pablo Neruda, 100 Love Sonnets (via observando)

Yesterday, a teacher at my daughter’s preschool told me that she saw two boys and a girl spinning the knobs of a play oven. Boy #1 says: “I’m a pilot! I’m flying a plane.’ Boy #2 says: “Me too!” The girl is quiet, so the teacher says to her: “What about you, are you a pilot?” The 3 year old girl replies: “I can’t be a pilot. I’m a pilot’s wife.”

So what do you think has happened in this little girl’s short life to make her believe it’s more likely that she would be a pilot’s wife than a pilot?

‘I’m not a pilot, I’m a pilot’s wife,’ says 3 yr old girl - (via radical-bias)
Let everything happen to you: beauty and terror.
Just keep going. No feeling is final. Rainer Maria Rilke, The Book of Hours (via dieworten)

I follow everyone back!
i’m adding up all the times i thought we were right for each other and dividing them by the way we fell apart and i see equals equals equals a big fucking mess that you chose to walk away from

Kayla Kathawa - i’ve already crashed and i didn’t need a car to do it (via ninakathawa)

this is perfection
ninakathawa why are you so talented

(via owaii) I love you but that isn’t even the full poem some fucker changed it owaii (via ninakathawa)

snap them in half asap

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Please don’t return once you’ve left 6 Word Story. (via satansprophet)